F{h*F 5"* V hapter 93: Do Not Say That Evil People Cannot Be Governed
Shi Chen, his face full of surprise, said, “The one who killed Feng Zhenshan? Hasn’t he already been caught?”
Just as the guard was about to speak, a loud bang echoed and two guards from the opium den were hurled through the courtyard gate, flying into the courtyard.
Shi Chen shuddered, then saw a figure walk into the courtyard. By the light, he could clearly see the ferocious green Evil Ghost Mask on the other’s face.
Shi Chen said, trembling, his mind racing with many thoughts.
Was someone imitating the crime? Or was this the real Green-faced Ghost?
The figure strode into the courtyard.
Shi Chen yelled loudly to his guard.
The guard, a martial artist at the Body Breaking Stage, was placed by his side by the Tiger Saber Gang.
The guard drew his large saber, his expression tense.
Rumors had it that the Green-faced Ghost was a martial master-level combatant. He definitely wasn’t a match, but didn’t one take money to ward off disasters for others? After following Shi Chen for many years and earning hefty sum of silver coins, wasn’t he essentially getting paid to risk his life?
He had long been prepared for the possibility of being killed one day, just not that it would come so soon.
He shouted, then without a backward glance, charged forward, saber slashing towards the Green-faced Ghost.
This Green-faced Ghost was naturally Li Fei.
Facing the guard’s saber gleaming, Li Fei stepped forward, raising his left arm to block the incoming strike.
The Blade Slash sliced through his outer clothing but was stopped by the dark green leather jacket underneath. Li Fei stood his ground, unwavered.
“Protective clothing?”
The guard’s face changed, bitterness filling his heart.
With the gap in strength already big, and the opponent having at least a Second Level Protective Clothing, how could he fight?
Li Fei knocked away the saber on his left arm with a counter-strike of his palm and stepped forward, his right palm striking the guard’s chest, channeling Blood Evil Qi into him.
The guard was flung away with a spat of fresh blood, dying instantly!
He had given no quarter to Li Fei, and Li Fei showed no mercy to him.
Now, in the courtyard, beside Li Fei, only Shi Chen and the person in charge of the opium den were left alive.
The person in charge of the opium den knelt on the ground and began to kowtow:
“Hero, spare my life, I…”
Li Fei stepped forward and kicked him out, breaking his neck and sending him crashing to the ground, breathless.
He finally turned to the pale-faced Shi Chen and said:
“In the past year, you’ve orchestrated four murders. All the bodies were found in this district. So I made some inquiries and learned about this clandestinely operated opium den here. Guessing that it was likely connected to you, now it seems you are indeed the boss behind it, backed by the Tiger Saber Gang?”
Since the area was under the Tiger Saber Gang’s influence, Li Fei surmised Shi Chen was affiliated with them.
Shi Chen, watching Li Fei approach step by step, backed away in panic until he hit the wall, his voice trembling:
“You… are you really the Green-faced Ghost?”
“Do you care about that?”
“If you are the real Green-faced Ghost, the one caught a few days ago must be a fake. Then why expose yourself?”
Shi Chen suddenly got agitated:
“The higher-ups have already arranged a scapegoat for you; others will take on all the blame. Why expose yourself?!”
Li Fei did not respond, disdainful to reply.
“Are you targeting the Tiger Saber Gang?”
Shi Chen asked, then quickly swore:
“I will never help the Tiger Saber Gang again, I will definitely draw a clear line between us!”
“In addition to the Tiger Saber Gang, you deserve to die.”
Shi Chen paused, then asked angrily: “Why? Because of those who died? Or because of this opium den?”
“I didn’t kill those people! Those who came here to smoke opium did so willingly; I didn’t force them!”
“It’s their own fault! It’s their own fault!”
Under the immense pressure of impending death, he became unusually agitated, continually ‘arguing’ with Li Fei:
“You didn’t need to come out!”
“Isn’t it better to just stay alive?”
“What business is it of yours that those people died? What have those opium addicts got to do with you? It’s their fault their families are ruined, what does it have to do with you?!”
Li Fei suddenly drew a blade, which swept past Shi Chen’s neck.
Blood sprayed as Shi Chen clutched his throat, his eyes staring wide at Li Fei, his face full of resentment and incomprehension.
“The same question I return to you.”
Beneath the Evil Ghost Mask, Li Fei’s gaze was exceptionally calm:
“My killing you, what has it to do with you?”
Hearing Li Fei’s words, Shi Chen finally expired, collapsing heavily.
Several minutes later, the figure wearing the green Evil Ghost Mask exited the dark alley.
Tonight, the night was still long.
A ‘Silver Eagle’ sedan, priced over two thousand, drove through the gates of a mansion.
After parking the car, the slightly obese Yan Lewen got out and then opened the trunk, carrying two bags towards the main house.
A beautiful woman wearing a Jade hairpin came out from the main house to greet Yan Lewen softly:
“Master, why did you bring so many things today?”
Yan Lewen handed over the two bags to her: “Gifts for you and Jiajia.”
The beautiful woman glanced at the items in the bags and chided:
“Don’t waste money in the future.”
At that moment, a little girl ran out from the house shouting.